I miss the days when stalking someone required a fast car, a keen mind, flash powder, and hip waders.
Facebook/Google makes it too easy.
The good old days.
queer and loathing
Just a nut, trying to get a squirrel.
Back in the 1970′s, my sister and her two friends stalked their ex-boyfriends by pretending to be the three Charlie’s Angels. Such innocent times!
.-= Marshall´s last blog ..The Last Mix II =-.